Shona's Surprising Slave - Chapter 17
Femdom romance in the CARGO 'verse, where the NHS installs permanent chastity devices!
The statuesque red-haired woman in the mirror grinned back at Shona. "Looking good."
It turned out that money really could buy you happiness.
Shona's mother had once said she looked like a "walking pair of curtains" in her prom dress.
Since then she'd stuck to skirts and slacks. However, this toga dress --- the boutique had called it a 'Grecian Drape' --- looked just right: the rust-toned fabric went perfectly with her red hair and seemed to blend with the freckles of her one bare shoulder. The loosely pleated fabric draped perfectly over her breasts, cinched in nicely at her belted waist, then flowed flatteringly over hips. The strappy high-heeled sandals had been expensive to get in her size, but they topped off the vaguely Roman look, and gave her height an extra boost.. because fuck 'em.
New high-end cosmetics, plus an online tutorial, completed the look: adult and sophisticated.
Really, she was almost looking forward to strutting her stuff at the party!
Though perhaps it helped that she had had a supremely relaxing day.
Right now, Shona should be tired and flustered and ready for a soak and an early night, having spent the day tidying just ahead of a hypothetical cleaner, or more likely getting frazzled trying to tidy and clean at the last moment.
Instead, she was totally chilled out, having actually spent the day entirely on self care, while Whatshisname had scurried around reliably doing his thing...
And doing her.
Over the course of the day, she'd had him lick her to orgasm twice... or was it three times?
Once on the sofa while she gamed.
Once after her mid afternoon run.
Then once again after the shower.
And yes, OK, just knowing that she was hurting him by lying there while he licked her... Well, that added spice made it much easier to get over the edge into Orgasm Land.
Being evil made everything so simple... no fuss, no need to massage a male ego... or get a mouthful of reciprocal dick... just, "Eat-and-(off you)-Go."
Imagine if Victor had still been around!
How would she have gotten rid of him for Colleen's booty call? If she'd been honest about it, then Victor would have pushed for a threesome, or else wanted to watch so he could perve over the whole thing.
The best of it was, Shona didn't have to feel even a residual guilt. She'd run out of fucks to give about male feelings anyway, but Whatshisname was pinned by his own paraphilia. He was ripe for exploitation, so if not Shona, then somebody else, and Shona got there first... she literally created him.
Actually; correction.
The best of it was that she could just tell Whatshisname what do to and he'd do it.
It really was all so surprisingly simple.
Now if she could just pick jewellery, there would be time for another licking --- for luck --- which is why she'd left off her knickers.
The entry phone buzzed.
"Fuck! Some bastard is early!"
Shona gave up on the jewellery and hurried into the hall. The bathroom was by the apartment entrance and she could hear Whatshisname rustling around behind the locked door. Something about having to get to his shift.
Victor’s voice blared through the speaker. “I do hope we’re not too early.”
“Of course not,” she said with false brightness and buzzed him in.
Shona rapped on the bathroom door. “You! Thingy! You need to get going.”
"Piss off." His voice came back muffled, “I’m not bloody dressed yet.”
Shona felt aback. Clearly a day of cleaning and serving had given him an attitude problem. Or maybe it was because the day was over? Colleen was right about CARGO. If the bill passed, could she just order Whatshisname to sign up as her slave?
Footsteps resounded in the stairwell.
“Hang on,” she said. “Change of plan. Hide in there and I’ll take them through to the lounge.”
“Fuck that!” said Hal. “I’m already running late.”
The doorbell proper rang.
Shona opened the latch.
Victor grinned at her. He was immaculate in his tailored suit, and with his arm around his even more tailored escort; a skinny dark-haired girl in stiletto heels and a little black dress. She looked just old enough to be an office temp. “Tabitha, meet Shona...”
Tabitha blinked at Shona. Her eyes widened and she blushed.
Shona recognised the gothy waitress from the wine bar, sans heavy eye make up. The girl was older than she first looked, but still far tinier than she had realised. Shona had always been seated when she'd been served by her.
Tabitha giggled "So, you're Shona."
Now it was Victor's turn to blink. "Do you ladies... know each other?"
"Work," hissed Tabitha. She wriggled and looked at Shona with her big brown eyes. "Sorry. Don’t tell anybody? I have a Business Studies degree, but I need the steady work..."
"Never apologise for yourself," said Shona. "Fuck what other people thing."
"Quite," said Victor.
"Right!" said Tabitha. "Well I have been nagging Vicky for literally months to introduce me to his friends.”
“I'm pleased to meet you,” said Shona. She shot a dagger glance at Victor. “After all these months.”
“Thought it would be nice for the three of us to get to know each other,” said Victor, eyes twinkling. The son-of-a-bitch wanted her to get into a state before the other guests arrived. This was all head game.
There was a clunk and the bathroom door opened.
Whatshisname emerged from the bathroom, freshly showered and shaved, a white shirt complementing his olive skin, black chinos showing off his muscular legs, groin bulging as if he were hung like a donkey.
Her slave of the day was, Shona realised, younger and far handsomer than Victor.
He saw Shona, rocked back on his heels and bit his lower lip. His gaze swept up and down, lingered on her sandals, then back up. He didn't seem able to look her in the eye.
“Oh yes,” said Shona, not hiding her grin, “Victor, Tabitha, meet... my boyfriend."
Whatshisname blinked up at her like a rabbit in the headlines.
Shona stooped and kissed him on the lips, earning a muted whimper. She caught his eyes and gave curt nod; Do it.
Whatshisname nodded. He set his chin and stepped out into the hall. "Oh. Hi Tabitha."
"Hal!" Tabitha giggled. "Another wine bar connection."
"Yes." Hal --- that was his name and Shona was damned well going to remember it --- nodded. He thrust out his hand. “Pleased to meet you, Victor. Shall we go through for drinks?”
Victor did the man thing of trying to crush Hal's hand.
Hal just grinned and crushed back.
Victor grinned nervously. "How about that drink, Mal?"
"Hal. Yes, let's."
"Hang on." Shona grabbed Tabitha's arm. "I want to..." Grill you about that cheating bastard. "...get some help picking jewellery. Girl time?" God that sounded lame.
"Good plan...," said Victor."I..." He glanced from woman to woman. His eyebrows lowered. "Perhaps later... I mean... That is."
"Oh," said Tabitha. She clapped her hands making her bracelets rattle. "Yes please."
Shona ushered the girl into her bedroom. "So..."
"Wow!" said Tabitha. She actually did a neat twirl that made the skirt of her little black dress float... and yes the girl was wearing black stay-ups, with snake tattoos climbing out of frilly stocking tops... because of course she was. "Your place is huge."
Tabitha was so perfectly petite and feminine that Shona didn't know whether the wanted to slap sense into her or fuck her brains out.
Hang on. Where had that last come from?
Tabitha ran over to the bed and grabbed one of the accessories Shona had laid out. "This bracer is pure Wonder Woman! You have to wear it."
"Oh." Shona found herself putting out her left arm.
Tabitha glanced up at her as she clasped the broad bracelet around Shona's wrist. "It fits."
"Don't sound so surprised. I'm not a monster."
"Oh." Tabitha's eyes hooded. "No. It's just that you're such an Amazon! I can see why..." she trailed off.
"Why I dumped Victor?"
"Yes! Well, he's so alpha. But you're even more alpha."
Despite herself, Shona laughed. "Is that a good thing?"
"Well pushes my buttons." Their eyes met. Tabitha flushed.
The entryphone buzzed.
Whatshisname's voice came from the hall. "It's OK I've got it!"
Abruptly, she clapped and gave a little skip. "Sit on the bed. Let me help pick jewellery."
Shona found herself settling on the edge of the mattress facing the mirror.
Tabitha kicked off her shoes and clambered up behind her. "Not the choker." She picked a up a chunky necklace with a waterfall of chains at the front. "How about a festoon?"
With out asking, Tabitha lifted the back of Shona's hair.
The touch of her fingertips sent a tingle down Shona's spine. She was suddenly very aware that she was wearing no knickers. Her mouth was dry. "Is... that what it's called?"
"I used to work in a jewellers." Tabitha tenderly draped the festoon into place and fastened the chain behind Shona's neck.
The front door opened. Voices filled the hall. Whatshisname sounded like he'd taken charge. The voices moved closer...
Shona tensed.
But then she heard the study door open. Hal was seeing to everybody's coats, that was all.
"It looks lovely," said Tabitha.
Shona contemplated the waterfall of golden beads. It stopped just short of her cleavage.
Tabitha leaned around her and gently brushed the strings of beads so they lay straight. Her stroke went a little too far and caught the tops of Shona's breasts. "Perfect."
Shona shivered. This pretty wee thing was actually trying to seduce her! Was turning evil all it took? Could her life have been like this earlier? Would she have even bothered with men?
In the mirror, Tabitha's eyes came as big as sleeping kittens. "Wow, we look like Spartacus!"
"What?" said Shona. Then she remembered the movie her granddad always used to watch at Christmas. "So now I'm Kirk Douglas?"
"No, silly," said Tabitha. She actually pouted. "The series with that Xena woman. I used to watch it with... an ex boyfriend."
"So..."
Shona paused.
Oh well, Evil™.
"What happens in this show?" continued Shona.
"Sweaty man stuff, mostly." Tabitha planted a feather kiss on Shona's bare shoulder. "But the Xena woman is a hot Roman mistress." Another kiss on the collar bone just short of the festoon's chain. "She has slave girls..." Now she nibbled the bone. She looked up. Her tongue flickered over her teeth. "God you're so... statuesque. Like her. The Xena woman."
"Good enough." Shona swivelled around and their lips met.
Tabitha's tongue flickered teasingly, then she gently gnawed Shona's lower lip.
Shona's nipples hardened. Her cunt moistened hungrily.
Since the red button, she'd gotten too used to having control to give it up so easily... though just thinking about the red button got her wetter.
The door again. More noise in the hall, with Whatisname playing concierge.
Shona pulled away. "I was going to interrogate you."
"Oh. Victor and I? Since Christmas," said Tabitha. "There was overlap, wasn't there? Were you serious?"
The door handle turned.
Both women froze.
"Not in there - other door," said Whatisname.
Somebody laughed.
"Yes to the overlap," said Shona. "No to the serious thing."
Really, she didn't care. Men without chastity devices were just pigs. And the ones with chastity devices were fungible commodities. It was all so liberating.
"Let me make it up to you... Mistress," breathed Tabitha. She nibbling her ear, sending little eddies of pleasure into Shona's belly.
"Pleasure me, slave," said Shona --- well it had worked fine on Whatshisname... Cal...? Mal...?
Tabitha gave a little gasp and pushed suggestively on Shona's shoulder.
Shona hiked up her skirts and lay back across the bed with her feet on the ground.
Tabitha scrambled onto the floor, gave another gasp.
Shona felt small hands on her thighs, hot breath on her crotch. Then, finally, Tabitha's kitten mouth lapping at her cunt.
The girl zeroed in on Shona's clit and...
Shona shifted. Her vagina clenched and rippled. A mouth was a mouth, and she was getting a licking from Victor's girlfriend.
Tabitha's tongue flickered, not quite hard enough, but constant like a doomed moth.
The pleasure coiled slowly inside Shona, lazily... too lazily. The party noises were swelling and there wasn't enough time.
The door opened.
Whatshisname stood on the threshold. "The guests are ---." He staggered as if he'd taken a bullet, leaned against the door. "Jesus Fuck!"
Tabitha burrowed between Shona's lips and sucked as she ground with her tongue.
Shona had time to think. You'll never unsee this. She closed her eyes, there was her slave's red button with her finger on it.
The orgasm tore through her like a fleshy fire storm and she groaned.
When she came back to herself, Whatshisname was gone and the door closed.
"Oh shit," said Shona, sitting up. "Was I noisy?"
Tabitha was kneeling at her sandalled feet like a contented pet. She grinned up at with wet lips. "Oh yes, but Hal closed the door and started talking really loud."
"Hal." That was his name. "Good," she said, as if that was perfectly normal.
"Dump him. I'll leave Victor for you," said Tabitha. She licked her lips. "I'm really very submissive."
Shona stood slipped past the kneeling girl to rearrange her gown. She pointed a sandalled toe. No lies! She did look good. "I'm not really into relationships," she said.
"But you're with Hal."
"We have an... arrangement."
"Wow," said Tabitha. "Lifestyle. He'd be well into that... I've always thought he was submissive... I mean, you get a vibe working with people." She shuffled around and actually kissed Shona's foot. "But I'll be your absolute slave."
"Trust would be an issue, though."
"Oh." Tabitha's eyes hooded. "Fair." She slipped her heels back on and skipped to her feet. Her little black dress fell into place and suddenly she was all sweetness and innocence. "What shall I tell Victor?"
"Anything you like..."
"No, silly!" She did her squirm and Shona really wanted to pinch her nipples.
Tabitha took a step closer and squared her shoulders. "I'm supposed find out what your secret angle is for Project Hex. Victor promised me an interrogation scene later. Come on, give me something."
"Project X?" Shona gave in and reached out and pinched. The girl really had no bra on beneath the flimsy dress.
Tabitha whimpered but did not pull away.
Shona considered as she squeezed. Could she trust this untrustworthy young woman?
Also, the cruelty --- she realised --- was a turn on, which was why she liked thinking about the red button and oh my god... and she needed to go host her party.
"Artemis," she said, which was a sort of truth.
Tabitha nodded.
There was a noise in the hall. The bedroom door opened and Victor burst in. "I say... Good grief!"
"I tried to stop him," said Whatshisname.
Shona let go of Tabitha's nipples.
Tabitha yelped --- the feeling must have returned with a vengeance.
Victor flushed. A massive erection tented his slacks. "I... But..."
Shona smiled sweetly down on Victor. "It's OK, Vicky, Women compare breasts all the time - as you should know from all that porn you watch."
Victor drew himself up, then deflated. His shoulders slumped, but his erection remained a fixture.
"Come on," said Shona, ushering everybody out of her bedroom. "Let's join the others. I'm sure all the senior partners can't wait to talk to you, Victor."
Well, we’re about half-way through Shona’s Surprising Slave! I’ll try to get another couple of chapters out between now and Christmas, though at some point I’ll have to take a short break!
In case I don’t get to say it properly before the end of the year, I’m overwhelmed by the support and interest my niche erotic fiction has garnered from the chastity community, and from wider kinky readers. It makes it all worthwhile.
Tabitha is such a sexy little kitten. But cats are hard to figure out and to tame!